The Wang Family Patriarch's advantage of having eight arms revealed itself fully at this moment.
His punches were unbelievably fast. Six of his arms struck in succession, like six massive hammers crashing down one after another, giving Chen Changming no chance to catch his breath.
The other two primary arms lurked in wait, choosing the gaps in Chen Changming's defense to launch fatal strikes.
Though Chen Changming had only two arms, every punch of his carried the force of ten thousand jun.
His fist technique was plain and unadorned, without a single flashy variation—only relentless strikes, blocks, then strikes again.
His purple body was hard as iron. When the other party's fists landed on him, they rang out with dull metallic clangs, yet failed to truly harm him in the slightest.
Yet the disadvantage in numbers was ultimately difficult to overcome.
Seizing the gap after Chen Changming threw a punch, the Wang Family Patriarch smashed four arms toward his back at once from different angles.
Chen Changming turned to block, but only had time to stop two of them. The other two arms crashed heavily into his shoulder and back.
Bang! Bang!
With two dull blasts, Chen Changming's body swayed as he was blasted back several dozen yards.
He steadied himself, a faint furrow appearing between his brows.
Though that blow had not injured him, the tremendous force still made his blood and qi churn for a moment.
As expected of the Pagoda-Lifting Heavenly Art personally created by the Ancient Human. Its power is formidable indeed!
Chen Changming thought to himself.
Without using the Indestructible Demonic Heart, he had actually fallen into the disadvantage.
Seeing Chen Changming being suppressed by him, the Wang Family Patriarch's spirits immediately soared.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The offensive of his eight arms grew even fiercer.